The past has gone, just say good bye!
It doesn't help? No tears! No cry!
Is that the right way that I fоllow?
It won't be clear by tomorrow...
So many roads, which to choose,
I am so prostrated, so confused.
To make a choice is not easy deal!
Life's not an illusion, it's so real!
We can't turn darkness into bright
Can't turn black color into white
We are possessed by limit systems
And may be we are just someone's victims?..
That systems 're full of life machines
They are like we - in skirts and jeans
But look inside, inside they empty
And they have nothing worth to tempt me
The smell of money brings them fun
When life is in danger they just run
In friendship they find benefit
You won't be chosen if you don't fit!
How to live with all that mess?
Who can answer, who can guess?
Try to ignore pretend that I am blind?
That questions' re blowing up my mind.
System
© Copyright: Тара Грин, 2010
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